Tombstone Page #9

- No... he ain't bluffin'.

You're not as stupid

as you look, Ike.

- Now tell them to get back.

- Go on now, get back.

Go on!

Billy!

He'll kill me.

- And you, music lover,

you're next.

It's the drunk piano player.

You're so drunk,

you can't hit nothin'.

In fact, you're

probably seein' double.

I have two guns,

one for each of ya.

All right, back it up now!

Go home now!

I'll see you soon.

- I'll see you soon.

- We'll meet again.

Well, as you can see,

never a dull moment.

So it takes Judge Spicer

three weeks to get back to town,

and he says, 'Well,

did you actually see it? '

I said, 'No. By the time I got there,

Marshal White had already been shot.'

Then Spicer leans forward

and he says,

- 'Well, can't have a murder

without a witness.'

- What?

- Case dismissed. Can you beat it?

After all that?

Aw, hell, who cares?

None of my business anyway.

Ready to go, Milt?

God, I love this game!

You know, boys, when we're finally set,

we gotta each have

a billiard room in our houses.

I been thinkin',

maybe we oughta open up

a place of our own. You know?

- There's the real money. Build it up,

Milk it for all it's worth,

then sell it off for a bundle...

and breeze outta this burg

with more money than Cresus

and ready to live like kings.

What d'ya think, Virg?

Virg?

Why don't you and me

take a walk around town...

and see if we can't spot us out

a couple of nice lots?

It's workin' out just

like you said, Wyatt.

- Goddamn, boys, we're lootin'

this burg six ways from Sunday.

- Pretty fun too, isn't it?

- Actually, yeah, I gotta admit.

- Excuse me. Wyatt,

do you have a moment?

- Will you just hear me out?

- Now hold on, Mayor.

He already told you now.

You tell him, Morg.

What about you?

You were a lawman.

- I'm busy.

We're all busy.

Sorry, Mayor, but you're

barkin' up the wrong tree.

You know, you men are makin'

a lot of money in this town.

That's good. That's good.

Good for you.

In the meantime, a lot of

decent people are suffering.

But, please, don't let me take up

any more of your precious time.

Rack 'em.

I tell ya, I'm suffering.

From a hangover.

- Stop that!

Stop. No.

Hold on a minute!

Wait a minute!

- Calm down and listen to me!

Nobody's sayin'

you can't own a gun.

Nobody's even sayin'

you can't carry a gun.

All we're sayin' is you

can't carry a gun in town.

That's not so bad,

is it?

Listen, Mayor, I have

to talk to you about this.

No, we don't have to talk.

You can read, can't you?

It's a town matter.

What in the hell are you doin'?

I told you we weren't gettin' involved.

You got us involved

when you brought us here.

Now you hold on

a minute, Virg.

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